celebrations all around

My first thought this morning: I am looking forward to sleeping in — just a little bit — on Saturday. Then I realized it was Tuesday. Gotta a few days to go. But my next thought process was about how Catherine Anna is due in a month from today. (I realize due dates are very loose time frames, but still … I like details like that.)

So, back to that moment of wishing my week away. I don’t really want to do that. But I do with the weekend went a bit slower. My mom, sister, soon-to-be brother-in-law, brother and niece came to visit. I wanted the women (including 3 1/2-year-old Milla) to come to the shower that my mother-in-law and sister-in-law planned. Plus it was Easter, and I thought it would be fun to vary the Hill family gathering location.

AT THE SHOWER…

We played some games.

One was an old-fashioned memory game with phrases and moments new parents experience with bags of candy with appropriate names as prizes. (For example: One matching phrase was “3 a.m. feedings” and the prize was a bag of Airheads. Clever.)

And then everyone had to make a baby out of Play-Doh, and I judged the masterpieces.

(Above) That’s Greg’s aunt Jennifer and her daughter Maya working hard on their Play-Doh sculpture. But I picked the one Greg’s great aunts, Mary and Beverly (shown below), made as the winner. They may have had a funny colored baby, but, hey, it had a belly button, which is more than I could say for anyone else’s.

My other favorite gift was this basket of necessities (which, again, translate into goodies for me).

That stuffed horse plays a calming lullaby, by the way.

And Milla wasn’t the only cute baby girl there. Here’s Ethne, plus there were three other toddlers. They all chattered in their own way, but none of them paid much attention to any of the others.

MEANWHILE, DYING EASTER EGGS IS SERIOUS WORK, I TELL YOU.

See, look at these two …

Cassie is concentrating on making sure the tablets are fully dissolved. While Milla is taking Zac’s advice to use the crayon to add more design to the egg before dipping it into a color.

And then after we (sort of) convinced Milla that the stickers would work best if she waited until the following morning when the eggs were dried, she went on to sleep. But she didn’t forget. The stickers were the first thing on her mind Easter morning. Seriously, who could forget Dora?

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About Me

Telling stories is my therapy and love sharing with friends on my porch.

The main characters in my stories are my entrepreneur husband, our fifth-grade girl who never forgets, our have-no-fear second-grade boy, and our joy-filled toddler girl. As we live out our stories, we seek God as the author of them all.